The Art of Allowing over 45 (and Finally Booking the Damn Trip)
Let’s talk about that trip.
You know the one.
The once-in-a-lifetime, soul-recharging, Pinterest-board-worthy getaway that’s been living rent-free in your head for the past decade.
Maybe it’s sipping wine in Tuscany.
Maybe it’s wandering the streets of Paris wearing something fabulous and completely impractical.
Or maybe it’s just renting that quiet Airbnb with the view, the fireplace, and the outdoor shower that screams, “Look at me finally living.”
But instead of going, you swirl the idea around in your head like a fine cabernet and then shelve it with a sigh and a someday.
Why?
Because real life throws the book at you:
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The bank account is giving you a side-eye.
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You’ve got 4 vacation days and a boss who guards them like they’re gold bars.
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The kids have science projects, sports, and emotional turbulence.
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And your partner? “Now’s not a good time.” (Is it ever?)
But here’s the thing: you don’t have a scheduling issue.
You have an allowing issue.
✨ What is the Art of Allowing?
The Art of Allowing isn’t about waiting for the Universe to drop a plane ticket in your lap while you whisper affirmations over a vision board.
It’s about ALIGNMENT.
With your truth.
With your joy.
With your highest desires—not the logical, practical, "responsible" ones—but the ones that light your soul on fire.
It’s about working with the Universe, instead of trying to beat it into submission with sacrifice and spreadsheets.
So Why Haven’t You Gone?
Because we’ve been taught that joy has to be earned.
That it only comes after the house is paid off, the kids are in college, and you’ve hit your deductible.
I lived that script.
At 52, I had the career, the calendar, and the corporate status…
and none of the life I actually wanted.
Then I learned the principles in the DreamBuilder Program—and everything shifted. I stopped postponing my dreams and started designing my reality.
So now? I don’t wait.
I allow.
And you can too.
